Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 79

Song=Light-Sleeping at last

Harry

There was no sign of Draco the next day. With every corner I passed, every classroom I entered, I searched for him in the crowds, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I'd sent him a few texts asking where he was, but no reply ever seemed to come, no matter how much I stared at the dead screen.

It was weird; Everyone carrying on with their lives after the ball as if nothing had happened. As if everything you knew hadn't been flipped over in the span of a day. But I guess it hadn't happened to them. Just me.

Before I met Draco, everything had seemed new, confusing, and big. Then, I met him, and suddenly everything was new, confusing, big, and for the most part... Annoying. I'd never realized how much of my time revolved around him. About his presence, his voice, his reputation. Now, every hallway seemed empty without him. Every class, every breathing moment.

I found Ron sitting with Hermione in the Great Hall, talking about some new Quidditch player at the world cup. He'd been talking about it all morning it was no surprise to me that Hermione was now swept under Ron's ramble as well.

They both turned their heads at me when I neared the table, a grin widening on Hermione's face. I grinned at her, muttering a low "shut up," as I noticed her implying smirk playing in her eyes.

I sat down and let the questions slowly roll over me. I told them what had happened after they'd left, and everything that had happened until he'd followed me home the next day. Sparing them from most details though.

I watched their expressions slowly change as I came to the part with Draco's father.

"Do you think he's in trouble?" Hermione asked.

I looked away, spotting Luna, laughing at something Neville had just told her. Her teeth flashed and she nearly dropped her plate with food.

"I don't know," I said. My answer slow and unsure. "Lucius looked pretty mad, and I'm sure I that it only got worse when Draco returned home."

"But was it good?" he asked.

I nearly choked on my bread.

"Ron!" Hermione hit him on the shoulder. He let out a screech and brushed his fingers over the place she'd struck. "But was it?" she added with a smile.

I burst out laughing. "I don't know what you think happened, Ron, but I can tell you this: It was probably a lot more exciting than being questioned by your father all the way home," I laughed.

They both nodded their heads, laughing, a quick gaze shared between them.

"But you know after that..." Ron began.

Hermione hit him again.

"Ouch," Ron whimpered.

"Shut up you bastard," she grinned.

"Yes please, I'm not really interested in what my best friends do behind closed doors," I beamed.

Hermione's cheeks turned slightly red and Ron couldn't stop laughing.

They almost made me forget the look in Draco's eyes when his father had called his name on those stairs.

***

Professor Flitwick's class was as uninteresting as it used to be.

Everyone was staring at their phones as the Professor just went on and on about some psychological study we'd been supposed to read this weekend.